i am pedalling
uphill
as the slope
inclines
with every strained cycle
of the gears
worn down
from pushing
onward
from pushing
upward
gravity pulls me
like the grip
of an overprotective
parent
i am aware
there is no
going back
but moving forward
is a struggle
against exhaustion
against will
mind over matter
just proves
i never mattered
that i am just
matter
gray matter
pushed to the limits
battered
by the ghosts
of every piss poor
decision
ever made
like so many anchors
around my ankles
the summit
is always
just out of reach